The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

Just toying around with what if pencils were like cigars. What if you smoked words onto the page. And what would different pencils produce when smoked? Would different pencils be smoked depending on the demographic? I DO NOT CONDONE SMOKING, IT IS A FILTHY HABIT, this is just toying with a fantastical and wild idea.…… Continue reading The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

The Town with a Forgotten Name

The soft snow fell outside the gas station, covering the lonely clunker that was parked out front. It belonged to the girl behind the counter. She leaned on the counter, bored out of her mind. Her platinum blonde hair spilled around her shoulders, her eyeshadow a bright raspberry. She popped her bubble gum and dreamed…… Continue reading The Town with a Forgotten Name

Do Not Go in the Woods – Flash Fiction

The child ran into the woods, past the battered fence, that hadn’t kept anything out for years. But then again, the fence was there to keep things in, no one within their right minds would enter that place. But this child had no knowledge of what lurked in the wood. She ran, laughing into its…… Continue reading Do Not Go in the Woods – Flash Fiction

The Wood Sprite – Flash Fiction

I walked through an expanse of unnamed woods in the countryside of England. I had been walking for several hours until the sound of singing reached my ears. I searched for the sound, and to my surprise I came upon a little girl, standing next to a tree. She caressed the tree’s bark and sang her…… Continue reading The Wood Sprite – Flash Fiction

Painted Stars, Silver Moon – Flash Fiction

A tall lonely girl, with long dark blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes began to paint on her wall. She had no friends, so she began to paint. She painted her wall. She painted her white wall black. She didn’t know what she would put on it yet but she liked the continual work. She…… Continue reading Painted Stars, Silver Moon – Flash Fiction

Fly Away – Flash Fiction

She paced back and forth, the chain attached to her ankle clinking. She flexed her wings, wanting to fly away. She glared at the door from behind which, she heard the footsteps of her “aunt”. Her Aunt Darie had taken care of her for as long as she could remember, but it had been two…… Continue reading Fly Away – Flash Fiction